Yanyan woke up to what he thought as a majestic place. The LED lights scattered on the white ceiling, the soft, white bed, and the thick, maroon curtains greeted his eyes. Wondering if he was still dreaming, he sat up abruptly and saw the intravenous line in his tiny arm. He suddenly got afraid, not knowing what was happening. He looked around, and then his eyes fell on Ryan and Shiela across the room. Ryan was at the edge of the sofa, his head hanged backward on the backrest while Shiela was lying down, her head on Ryan's lap. They were both asleep, and Yanyan wondered why they were all there.
A lady in a white scrub suit approached him with a smile. "Yanyan, good morning. How are you feeling now?"
Yanyan flinched at the sight of a stranger talking to him. He wondered what was going on and why this lady was showing him some kindness. "Yanyan, I am your nurse this morning, and I want to know if you are feeling better than last night or not?"
